𝓑𝓲𝓷𝓭 S. Aizawa

Chapter 91 | Cover It Up {Nsfw}

I held onto my neck, keeping pressure onto it, for some unknown reason. I felt like keeping something on it might make it hurt less, but it wasn't working all that well. Even though that thought didn't really make sense.

I traced my finger on the deep indentions in my skin. The mark was so intense when I went over it, it stung. I bit my lower lip, the sensation tingled.

I traced the bite again, for some unknown reason, maybe to feel again. Maybe to feel the direct contact I felt a second ago. That's strange though, I've never been one to like pain, I've noticed people have pain desires, but I never understood. I believe I do now. The mark throbbed as my mental attention centered on it, anticipating it to make the feeling worse. It burned, making me keep my lower lip sucked into my mouth.

What if I? No, that's weird, and creepy. I tried to ignore the pulling feeling in my core as I closed my eyes in thought. I've never.. really touched myself before. Well, in a long time. It felt disgusting, I never knew what to do with the feeling. I thought it was bad, that I shouldn't ever do something like that to myself, so I stopped. I felt so ashamed I even did it in the first place but the lingering effect that I had stopped assured me. Now more than ever, I felt a tingling sensation in my core that made me writhe in discomfort.

What do I do? This feels so foreign after so long. I wish I knew what to do, would searching it up help? No, that's weird. Maybe I should just go with the flow? This is so confusing.

I let go of my thoughts and pressed onto the bite mark one more time before I slid that hand down. Down my neck, my breasts, slowly, my stomach and stopping at my waistband. What now?

I know what, I'm just nervous. Is it bad to do? How could it be? Pleasure is a part of happiness, deprivation of it would be bad. Right?

I nervously unbuttoned the first and only button, uncertain. I hesitated before I wrapped two fingers around the zipper and pulled down. I kept my eyes on the shorts as I gripped both sides and slowly wiggled out of them. I tossed them aside and a wave of fear washed over me again.

I hugged at my sides and felt tears threaten again. I shook my head and rid myself of the uncertainty, letting my hands fall to grab onto my undergarment.

I didn't entirely think it was bad, I guess I just thought it was really weird. Especially when I was already getting physical action, sex wasn't that big of a problem. I was never a whore, but I use to have boyfriends. I just never really came around to do anything to myself, it was always someone else. Maybe sometimes I did it, but it never lasted long because I was scared.

I pulled the undergarment down and peeled it off my ankles. I let one leg lay straight, while the other bent up and almost met my chest.

I feel so bare, like everyone can see me, like everyone is embarrassed, for me. I'm in direct view of my front door but I don't feel like getting up and moving.

I let my hands lift my shirt and grab it over my head, slipping it off. I slid it away from me, I was left in only my bra and I wasn't planning on taking that off. I sat for a second, contemplating what to do.

I lifted a hand to my neck and softly pressed onto the bite mark Aizawa had left on me only moments before. I didn't hiss, but it stung, and it felt almost good. I feel embarrassed, am I really about to get off on pain? Or is it indirectly Aizawa? The way his lips had been almost swollen as he pulled away from me. What I would do to feel that again.

I slowly slid my other hand down my body as I kept the one on my neck. The feel of my finger tips not the same as his but making me tingle as they soon met right above my core. I hesitated before I forcefully pressed the bite mark, I let out a gasp as at the same time I glided my hand down. I settled two fingers on my clit, a feeling assuring me what I was doing was right.

His hand was threaded into my hair, tangling through it. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back onto the couch. His teeth grazed my skin without a second thought, itching to feel me. He had pressed up against me so hard I could feel every part of him. Every part.

I started to circle my fingers, a gasp escaping my lips.

There's nobody in either of the rooms beside me, it doesn't matter how loud I am.

With that, I kept a steady rhythm, sighs leaving my mouth.

His erection had been pressed into my ass, and it took my very own willpower not to move. Afraid to ignite that feeling at the wrong time.

Every time he had grabbed my head then slammed it back onto the door he had met back with me. Grinding into my back side, the bulge in his pants then meeting my ass again, so quick I barely even noticed the feeling. It was hard to ignore but it was entirely the wrong time to move or not listen to him.